Disclamer: Do I really have to sing it AGAIN?
Warning: sings L is for lustful glances
O is for "Oh, my god! It's gay!"
V is for very very inappropriate for small children (and otherwise)
E is for everybody knows that Hakkai and Gojyo are meant to be
Chapter 2: A Filler Chapter
The next morning would find a cum covered bed and an exhausted Gojyo. Thinking of the lingering tension between himself and Hakkai had only got him thinking to other things… things that made his pants (if he'd been wearing any, that is) tight. Of course, with not having a partner, he had to offer himself relief. Unfortunately, his nasty thoughts would not subside and his cock had gone hard many a time.
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Sanzo tapped his foot impatiently, which was quite a shocker to the two others as Sanzo never seemed to care about his fellows, especially Gojyo. After so much foot taping and complaining from Goku that they could eat without one member of the party, Hakkai volunteered to see in on Gojyo – or, rather, see if he was in.
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Gojyo woke with a start. His hair was plastered to his face and the sheets were strewn about, his bare body open to anything the world wished to throw at it. He swore to himself as he saw the cum strewn sheets, rubbing his temples in mild frustration. Soon, he heard footsteps coming down the hall – footsteps that could belong to none other than Hakkai. His mind spewed all assortments of curses as he quickly dressed and tried to look somewhat decent, while laying the sheets back in place and successfully covering any evidence of last nights' works.
Knock. Just one knock: if there had been any doubt in his mind before, it was banished – this was certainly Hakkai. After a quick fix of the hair, Gojyo opened the door, hoping he didn't look the way he felt.
"Oh, so you are awake," Hakkai said, his normal smile stuck to his face as always. "We thought you may have gone out for the night and forgotten to come home."
Gojyo stepped outside into the hallway, closing the door behind him. "Nah," he replied, "I just stayed out to late and drank too much." He gave a feigned excuse and prayed to the gods no one would be the wiser.
Goku came running up the stairs, "There you are, Gojyo!" he said, rather impatient, "Thanks to you I haven't eaten yet! If I wasn't so hungry I'd… do something that you would regret!" Goku said, failing to come up with a good threat.
Gojyo let out a small laugh at the monkey's lack of wit, but followed suit down the stairs anyway.
Sanzo glared at Gojyo, "What took you so long, you stupid bastard?" he said in his normal aggravated tone.
"Aww," Gojyo said, turning into his old self again, putting all hard thoughts out of his mind, "I didn't know you cared so much! How sweet, Sanzo."
Sanzo gave him the death glare and pulled out his gun, and would have probably shot him if the waitress had not arrived just then to take their orders.
Gojyo sighed, Now that's what I call divine intervention, he mused.
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The morning meal was as last nights' meal had been: arguing, conversation, & lustful glances. Soon it was over and they took to Jeep to continue their journey west – always west – never east, or north, or south… nope, always west.
The day dragged on in the summer heat and at least one member of the Sanzo-ikko would have been greatful for rain. As much as Gojyo hated the rain, with it reminding him of his mother's tears, he now welcomed it – who knows, perhaps the lovely Hakkai would seek refuge from past memories in the arms of Gojyo. The thought started to make him hard, so he quickly had to turn it away, even though it was so very tempting to continue.
Glancing to the northern region of the car, Gojyo's eyes beheld the beautiful sight of Hakkai. Roguishly, he wondered what those lips tasted like, what that mouth tasted like; what that cock tasted like.
Fuck. The tightness in his pants brought him back to reality, and he had to turn his thoughts to something completely uninteresting in every fashion to make that swell go down before anyone spotted it: mold. Yes, mold! Mold is an excellent subject of thought when trying to rapidly decrease the notability of your bulge. Either that, or fungus.
Author's Note: Heh heh ; sorry the chapters are so short. The fist one I wrote when I was really tired, and this one I was scraping the bottom of the barrel of inspiration for. Maybe the holidays will bring along a new longing to write… write and write and write all day long! Sorry, this chapter didn't really progress the story anywhere, did it? Oh, and the thing about mold and fungus… I don't know… I told you people, I am empty of inspiration! Wow, this is flowing more easily than the story… maybe I need to write some of my feelings (I have feelings? O.o) out before I can continue the story. TTFN, and I may not write again until sometime after Christmas – sorry!